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“Ooh, Imogen is going to love having class today— Ow!” Ridoc reaches for the back of his head.
“Oh gods, just stop flirting and fuck already,” Ridoc says. Every head slowly turns in his direction. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?” he asks me in a hushed whisper.
“Garrick’s going to blow you off the mat.” “Now that I might enjoy, depending on the method he chooses—” Ridoc winces.
“His Royal Highness, Prince Halden.”
Captain Anna Winshire. She isn’t just the infantry liaison for the quest squad; she’s Halden’s.
I’m heartbroken, Vi.” “You’d have to own a heart to break it,” I immediately counter. “And the only hair I remember is your professor’s covering your face when I walked in on her riding you. It was auburn, right?”
“Like I said, if you want to go, I’ll step in on your behalf. I owe you at least that, and title overpowers rank every day.”
He lifts a hand toward the loosened strands of my braid, but never makes it. Shadows blast straight through the wards and hit Halden in the chest like a battering ram, sending the crown prince of Navarre flying backward—straight into the rock wall. Shit
“Aimsir. It’s the right answer,”
Her first real love would have been Aimsir, and she was irreplaceable.
you’ll find the connection between the uprising and the pursuit of feathertails to be both alarming and enlightening.
From Cordyn, book passage to Deverelli—you will be safe beyond the reach of magic there—and quietly seek the merchant Narelle Anselm. Take her the rarest item you possess—be
Should you travel under the banner of Navarre, beware their king—he
Narelle Anselm.
“There is no magic beyond the Continent. It is why we dragons remain,” Tairn tells me. “Why it is surprising the irids left our shores.”
picked up on a lot of things he was thinking.” I blink. “That’s not how your signet—”
Either she knows I’m looking for Andarna’s kind… Or she knows I’m looking for a cure.
And he’s sure as Malek not telling me how Theophanie knew we’d go for the citrine or what answers I’m searching for.
“It really pisses me off when you guys act like my sense of humor somehow lessens my ability to show up for our squad.”
Only go to war with those you trust implicitly.
“You don’t speak,” I snap, meeting his gaze for the first time in months. “Not to me. As far as I’m concerned, you have the credibility of a drunkard and the integrity of a rat. You dare complain about missing six years of information on Aretia when you’ve hidden centuries of our continent’s history from public knowledge?”
“No snide remarks,” I say to Ridoc with a quick smile. “I’m proud of you.” “I kept the inside thoughts inside,” he replies with a flash of a grin
Perhaps they will— Ooh! What is that?” “A Mammoth Red-Horned Tortoise and absolutely not! The shell will embed between your teeth, and I will not carry you and a festering tortoise shell— Get back here!”
It feels so right to be in his arms. “Because it is,” he says, holding me tighter. I blink and pull back to look at him. “I didn’t say that out loud.”
King Courtlyn absconds with them. Do not wander off from each other, do not advertise what a rare jewel you are, and at all costs—do not make a deal you cannot keep.”
“I don’t know what you’re saying!” Ridoc turns toward Aotrom.
“Yelling at me doesn’t help. It’s like shouting in a language I don’t speak.”
“I think it’s just us,” I say to Tairn, spinning slowly to take it all in.
“I think we’re the only ones who can speak to one another.”
“Can you talk to Teine?” She shakes her head. “We lost the connection as soon as we left the Continent.” “I…” I swallow hard, then lower my voice. “I can still speak to Tairn and Andarna.”
There is a saying in Deverelli: The word is the blood
“I’m so fucking glad I got on this horse,” Ridoc says, gripping his reins tighter.
“And you must be Asher Sorrengail’s daughter, here to collect the books he wrote for you.” My heart stops
Amaralis.
Asher talked about you, but the brown hair, those…I guess they’re brown eyes, and how utterly smitten he predicted you two would eventually be for each other? Well, he described you almost perfectly, Dain Aetos.” Oh, fucking kill me now.
Mira snorts once, covers her mouth with her hand, then doubles over laughing. “I’m
sorry,” she forces out and straightens, quickly masking her face and clearing her throat, but she slips again, her shoulders shaking. “I can’t. I just can’t. I need a second.” She walks behind the row of shelves, hopefully to compose herself.
“Asher certainly didn’t predict that
“Your father risked all your lives to hide away his life’s work with the sole purpose that you find it, Violet. He left the last of it with me almost four years ago with explicit instructions that you only be given it if you had attained the intelligence and understanding you would need to comprehend it.”
“I think they promised dragons and couldn’t deliver.”
“I think Deverelli brokered a deal with Krovla and an unnamed isle that the isle would provide the army and Krovla would provide dragons. When they were unable to do so, the deal fell apart, the Midnight Massacre happened, and Krovla remained a part of Poromiel.”
“You two totally broke it, didn’t you?” Ridoc asks on the edge of laughter. “Like that armoire no one was supposed to notice getting hauled out of her room during first year?” “The what?” Mira’s voice rises, and I lean against the wall, letting my head fall back in mortification.
“King Courtlyn has decided to keep Halden.” My stomach pitches. “Too fucking bad for Halden.” Xaden shrugs.
I am still Tairneanach, son of Murtcuideam and Fiaclanfuil, descended from—”
If you break your word once, you’re never trusted again.”
when that was not enough, I offered—” “What was not yours to give!” Courtlyn lunges across Tecarus and plunges the dagger into Halden’s hand.
“This is the only shell of its kind. It belongs to the one and only irid we have on the Continent. The seventh breed of dragon. It is Andarna’s kind we’re searching for.”
“You will begin at Unnbriel, will you not? It is the closest main isle,
“If you are amenable, there is another trade I might be able to broker for you.” “I’m listening.”
There are times I look at Parapet, at the very act of Threshing and marvel that dragons have not been to Unnbriel. What we call treacherous is their idea of primary school.
